Saturday, September 16, 2017

Long Walk Off A Short Pier...

Smugglers on
the hunt, a police chief on the run and the annual bikes and kites festival
have the Mackinac Island regulars riding in circles

Hi, Cleveland here. Bambino and I live on Mackinac Island in a bike
shop owned by Evie Bloomfield. Mackinac is one of those places stuck in time.
Fact is it’s like the 1800s with no cars. Everything is horses and bikes. And
there are parades for the tourists we call fudgies ‘casue they eat so much
fudge. Oink!

The parades have
bands and music and famous people like George Washington, Betsy Ross…you get
the picture. Well, Rudy, the guy who used to own the bike shop, takes on the
character of Mark Twain and Twain had cats named Cleveland and Bambino.Of course we are much cuter than the
original Cleveland and Bambino

The thing is it’s time for
the annual Bikes and Kites festival. Bikes rule on the island and kites are a
terrific way to have fun. Ever hear of land and sea breeze? Well when you live
on an island the breeze keeps kites up forever.

This sounds neat and it is
except this year there’s a dead guy on the pier. Evie found him when she went
to get her latest shipment of kites to sell at the shop. Who is this guy? And why
is there a champagne bottle tucked under his arm?

I think Nate Sutter our
local police chief knows something about all this. He says he doesn’t but he’s
jumpier than a cat in a room full of rocking chairs these days. Nate’s not
always been the police chief on the island, he was undercover in Detroit. Let
me tell you, that covers a lot of territory.

Anyway I’m going to try and
enjoy the Bikes and Kites event. Have you ever flown a kite? Made your own? And
what do you think about bikes? You’ve probably ridden one but have you ever
ridden a tandem bike?

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